I will make my sun shine and my rain drop from heaven.

And instead of taking _all_, I will choose one victim." He paused, and glanced along their line significantly.
"Choose, Tu-Kila-Kila," the men answered, without a moment's hesitation.
"We are all your meat.

Choose which one you will take of us." Tu-Kila-Kila walked with a leisurely tread down the lines and surveyed the men critically.

They were all drawn up in rows, one behind the other, according to tribes and families; and the god walked along each row, examining them with a curious and interested eye, as a farmer examines sheep fit for the market.

Now and then, he felt a leg or an arm with his finger and thumb, and hesitated a second.